At many of the wells quantities of beautiful white stones are found
that glitter in the sun, and these are highly esteemed by the pilgrims
to build up their prayer monuments.
One day some women were eagerly collecting these stones, after each
round of praying, in order to build up a monument; when suddenly a
strain of soft, exquisite music seemed to rise up from the water and
float by them. In their joy and wonder the women clapped their hands
and laughed aloud, when instantly the music ceased and the pile of
stones fell down. By which sign they knew that they should not have
laughed while the angels were singing; and they fell on their knees and
prayed.
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A holy well once lost all its power because a murder had been committed
near it; and another because it was cursed by a priest in consequence
of the immorality that prevailed at the patterns.